Black-Maled

I thought I was pretty normal, especially growing up, and maybe a bit too normal. As for luck, I never had much of it, but it did show its face from time to time. One case was when I just turned eighteen, a senior in high school, starting late because of the month I was born.

It was late in the baseball season. I mostly rode the bench, but that was fine with me. But one day, a scout was out to see our hot-shot pitcher, and, luck had it, our shortstop was out due to sickness. I was as surprised as anyone when the coach penciled my name in to take his spot, but he did, and that would change everything.

The strange thing was how I was on it, playing the game of my life. Great fielding, and I went four for four at bat, two homers, a double, and the hard-to-do triple. As I figured, the scout and coach met up with Hot-shot, Andy was his name. As for me, it was the showers and then home.

I didn't bother to say anything about my play as my dad would just call me a liar, and with good reason, as I said it was the game of my life. But as mom was clearing the dinner dishes, the doorbell rang, and a moment later, there was the scout following her. "Your boy had one hell of a game today." (My dad's misbelief melted away when he offered me a scholarship.) "Yes, a full ride on us," he said.

Even if I didn't want it, I had to, just from the look on mom's face, she never looked so proud of me. And after a few months there, I was heading off to school. I'm sure someone thought it was a favor, and I guess in a way it made sense, but they placed Andy and me in the same dorm room.

It didn't take long for the coaches to figure out I was little more than a benchwarmer, and even less time for Andy to lead them to the opinion. But a deal was a deal, and I was getting a free education, where it would have never happened any other way. So I didn't push back, did what I could, and supported the team. And in time, they accepted me and let it be. But not for Andy, he gave me shit at any opportunity he could and because he was the teams Ace nobody gave him any pushback.

It was a Friday after a long week, I went down to the local beer hall to try my luck. It just so happened that many of my teammates were there also, and I was happy to join them. They were just getting started on some kind of seafood feast, fish and all sorts of things. Being a Midwest boy, it was kinda gross, truth be told, and I couldn't refuse their hospitality. I'm not sure if it was the food or my head, but I quickly began to feel sick, so sick I excused myself and hurried home to puke.

When I got there, the signal couldn't be clearer, a sock on he doorknob. This meant do not enter, getting busy inside. But at that point, it was either break the rules or toss my cookies in the hallway. So I turned the knob and let myself in. There on the bed was Andy, happily locked in a 69, I snuck by without notice, barely making it in time. After brushing my teeth, I considered waiting them out in the bathroom. But odds are that was their next stop, and I had made it past them without notice once, so why not a second time?

So I tried, and I would have made it, but as I was closing the door, I noticed a second pair of balls. Andy was locked in a 69 with another dude, and I saw this as my opportunity. I slammed the door hard as if I was just walking in at that moment, which caused them to break up and try to hide what was going on. But I knew better, and there was no way I was going to give them a free pass. I guess I didn't think it out well, and the two attacked me. Outnumbered, I found myself taped to a chair while they discussed what to do next. In some sort of agreement, Andy started to text someone, and then they sat on the bed and waited.

About ten minutes later, the door opened again, it was Coach Delong. What I found odd was he wasnt bothered by the two dudes sitting naked on the couch, nor their hard cocks. Coach looked me over and proclaimed, "What are we going to do with you?" My teammates were quick to say how I should be kicked off the team, but Coach had other ideas. "I think you're missing something, boys, and let's find out."

Coach held me while the other two undressed me, then I was taped to the chair once again. Then, Coach made it clear. "So, you're going to tattle on your teammates and say they're Gay." I was too frightened to say anything. "Well, let's see who's who here." The coach explained how my teammates were going to go back to what they were doing and if they gave me a hardon he was going to make me suck his cock, as I was no better than them. He then instructed my friends to get to it while we both watched.

The problem was like many straight guys I wasn't without similar thoughts, I wouldn't say Gay but some bisexual interactions have been in my thoughts over the years, even some Gay porn now and then. But it was clear that the coach was the first to break, rubbing his johnson over his pant leg. The boys were going at it, and so far, I was able to think of other thoughts. But when I looked back at the coach he had his big black cock out, so incredibly black. Not the biggest I've ever seen, but the biggest among us in the room.

Coach looked down at me, my cock still limp. "So far, so good, boys, you better pick it up." My eyes went back and forth, watching my teammates and the coach who was undressing. And when the boys started to finger each other's asshole I lost it, I knew my cock was getting erect and I could only hope that coach didnt look again. There was a good chance of that, seeing that he was getting into position behind Andy.

I watched as he dragged the head of his cock up Andy's crack, then feeding the head if it to my other teammate. Andy was shaking his ass if to tease coach to put it in and I was locked on too. Just then, the coach turned and looked in my direction. "There you go, boys, I knew it." (All six eyes on my precum-dripping erection.) "Okay, you know the deal." And with that coach drew closer.

I don't know what or why, but I freely opened my mouth when he neared, and he didn't hesitate to fill my mouth with his black staff. He coached me a little at first, but it wasn't long before all that came from him was moans of pleasure. Even the other two paused to watch as they stroked the other guy's cock.

His moans became harder and deeper, "Good job, I am close," he declared.

My muffled "No, no."

Andy: "Come in his mouth anyway."

Coach: "Now, now. Don't be too quick to judge." (He pulled his cock from my mouth) Now, what did you say?"

"Don't come in my mouth, fuck me instead." I pleaded.

Coach put his cock back in my mouth, but only as he freed me from the chair. With the bed now freed and empty, I climbed on top and waited on all fours. The first thing I felt was a warm tongue at my back door, whose it was, I couldn't care less. My cock grew hard again when a finger slipped inside and I was dripping when another joined it. "Fuck me, please, someone fuck me."

There was a chill, I knew it was lube. And I also knew I was about to be fucked. What I didn't know until that moment was how much I wanted to be fucked. The bed shook, and I relaxed my body. I felt the similar feeling to what I saw early, as coach drug his cock up Andy's ass. "Put it in, put it in. Don't make me wait." And put it in, he did to my delight. We three formed a triangle sucking each other off, in record time.

We had a so-so year, great in the home games, but lost most of them away. It might have something to do with many of us sucking and fucking each other all night long the nights prior. But as I said, I wasn't planning to go pro...

Coach fucked me but good and I got a chance to taste both of my friends just before I felt the warmth of coach's seen fill my cavity.